Kelly of Nord
Queen Of Palathar
"Leave her! We have destroyed this place and her people with it, she is the last, and someone must live to tell the story of this day"
The last words of King Grozak.
She became legend as a child.
When her village was attacked by ice goblins and her family killed, Kelly of Nord took her fathers sword, and guided by the hand of Fate, dealt a death blow to Ice Goblin King who unwisely turned his back on what he thought was a scared little girl.
Kelly was taken into the family of Blade Maidens and through years of training became the Mother Blade. Her legend would continue to grow.
In the third era of King Palathar, which the grand city was named for, the Ice Goblins returned with a new king and new allies. Kangmiwu The Frost King had sent his forces from the north to destroy King Palathar and his city. He also sent his greatest monster ,The Ice Dragon as an extra measure to ensure the destruction of the city that had cast him out.
The Blade Maidens had arrived only a day before the attack to warn Palathar of the approaching army. The Maidens were joined by Palathar and his knights and took an ill advised counter measure to cut off the ice minions before they reached the city gates. King Palathar was killed by the Ice Ogre King but then fell himself to sword of Kelly.
After weeks of battle, the army now lead by Kelly, drove the creatures of ice back to its frozen wasteland. It was then the mighty Ice Dragon attacked. Its frozen breath destroyed half the imperial army in minutes. Once again the hand of Fate guided the warrior woman and led her to a blacksmith who had not yet completed his kings newest sword. Drawn from the forge and still glowing, the white hot metal in the hands of the Blade Mother was no match for the giant ice monster. It was destroyed with a single blow.
With the battle over, the reaming army and the whole of the city bowed to their savior, Kelly of Nord. She was hailed as Queen of Palathar and prodded by her sister Maidens took the crown to lead the now renamed city. Named for the king who died defending it. Palathar has become the largest civilized nation on EYRTH.
It was only a matter of time before Kangmiwu, freed from his prison, would bring an end to her reign.
The last words of King Grozak.
She became legend as a child.
When her village was attacked by ice goblins and her family killed, Kelly of Nord took her fathers sword, and guided by the hand of Fate, dealt a death blow to Ice Goblin King who unwisely turned his back on what he thought was a scared little girl.
Kelly was taken into the family of Blade Maidens and through years of training became the Mother Blade. Her legend would continue to grow.
In the third era of King Palathar, which the grand city was named for, the Ice Goblins returned with a new king and new allies. Kangmiwu The Frost King had sent his forces from the north to destroy King Palathar and his city. He also sent his greatest monster ,The Ice Dragon as an extra measure to ensure the destruction of the city that had cast him out.
The Blade Maidens had arrived only a day before the attack to warn Palathar of the approaching army. The Maidens were joined by Palathar and his knights and took an ill advised counter measure to cut off the ice minions before they reached the city gates. King Palathar was killed by the Ice Ogre King but then fell himself to sword of Kelly.
After weeks of battle, the army now lead by Kelly, drove the creatures of ice back to its frozen wasteland. It was then the mighty Ice Dragon attacked. Its frozen breath destroyed half the imperial army in minutes. Once again the hand of Fate guided the warrior woman and led her to a blacksmith who had not yet completed his kings newest sword. Drawn from the forge and still glowing, the white hot metal in the hands of the Blade Mother was no match for the giant ice monster. It was destroyed with a single blow.
With the battle over, the reaming army and the whole of the city bowed to their savior, Kelly of Nord. She was hailed as Queen of Palathar and prodded by her sister Maidens took the crown to lead the now renamed city. Named for the king who died defending it. Palathar has become the largest civilized nation on EYRTH.
It was only a matter of time before Kangmiwu, freed from his prison, would bring an end to her reign.
The Last Winter
The snow tried its best to make the land white again, but this was a battlefield. The blood of thousands would not let it be so. Even as Kangmiwu walked across the plains, across the bodies of four armies, his heart it seemed could grow no colder. The Ice King knew of course, this was only the first battle.
The mighty wall of Palathar. The perfect circle. It had surrounded and protected the largest city on Eyrth for a thousand years. Hundreds of armies tried to siege its massive walls but were never able to enter the prized city. In the end it fell by the hand of one man.
The Ice King touched the stone wall with a cold pointed finger. The sound it made was heard across the whole of Eyrth. The sound of lightning shattering stone or steel. The sound of the end of times.
Kangmiwu turned and began walking towards the east. There was no reason to enter, his revenge upon Palathar was now finished. He would be too weak to fight after using so much magik, but it didn’t concern him for he knew that, what was once the greatest fortress on Eyrth was now a dead city.
Palathar was now a cemetery and every citizen in it a frozen gravestone.
Bored.
Ludaja looked out into the city. The smile carved into his face seemed to grow. The sound drew him to the balcony.
"Palathar is dead" he laughed.
It sounded like stone grinding in a mortar.
The overpowering scent, the enchanting aroma of his wife approaching halted his maniacal jubilation.
"They come for you my Lord" Anomea whispered.
"All you have created will soon belong to Jotnur and we shall be cast into the light and only find solace in shadow"
The hard vines that were the Pumpkin Lords hands tightened around the balcony railing. He wished they were able to tighten around the neck of his wife, to silence her petty, and growing stabs at him, at his rule.
"Still your obdurate unfeeling tongue Leigha if you can, I grow weary of your attempts to test my will. Soon you will feel again, you should concern yourself with 'what' you will feel when that time arrives."
Leigha Anomea floated silently, furiously.
Ludaja was getting better at his skill of making her angry.
He looked back out to the city, and the small lights, the torches, from almost every building below.They seemed to float in the darkness, and he spoke.
"We should gather some new friends to greet our older friends when they begin their journey here. I have grown to like this darkness and will not bow down to the Sun King, let him go back and burn in his light. Let hell continue to freeze, This city is mine"
"Palathar is dead" he laughed.
It sounded like stone grinding in a mortar.
The overpowering scent, the enchanting aroma of his wife approaching halted his maniacal jubilation.
"They come for you my Lord" Anomea whispered.
"All you have created will soon belong to Jotnur and we shall be cast into the light and only find solace in shadow"
The hard vines that were the Pumpkin Lords hands tightened around the balcony railing. He wished they were able to tighten around the neck of his wife, to silence her petty, and growing stabs at him, at his rule.
"Still your obdurate unfeeling tongue Leigha if you can, I grow weary of your attempts to test my will. Soon you will feel again, you should concern yourself with 'what' you will feel when that time arrives."
Leigha Anomea floated silently, furiously.
Ludaja was getting better at his skill of making her angry.
He looked back out to the city, and the small lights, the torches, from almost every building below.They seemed to float in the darkness, and he spoke.
"We should gather some new friends to greet our older friends when they begin their journey here. I have grown to like this darkness and will not bow down to the Sun King, let him go back and burn in his light. Let hell continue to freeze, This city is mine"
The Remnants
When the commanding officer fled in terror at the sight of the combined armies of Ice Goblins, Ice Ogres and Kangmiwu himself, Orlando turned to the army that was now his to command and told them..."If there are any more cowards or children here this day, follow him. If there be only warriors of the Imperium, follow me! "
They are driven not by revenge, but justice. The destruction of the largest city on EYRTH has created a new enemy for Kangmiwu. The remnants of The Imperium, the Royal army, are in pursuit of The Frost King and will not rest until they have captured or destroyed him.
A battalion of less than one hundred Knights, soldiers and militia led by Orlando of the Norden Province marches towards the south, knowing the plans of Kangmiwu, an attempt to ambush the Warlok who laid waste their homeland has been the purpose of Palathar’s most fearsome general. If justice cannot be served, vengeance shall be wrought.
They are driven not by revenge, but justice. The destruction of the largest city on EYRTH has created a new enemy for Kangmiwu. The remnants of The Imperium, the Royal army, are in pursuit of The Frost King and will not rest until they have captured or destroyed him.
A battalion of less than one hundred Knights, soldiers and militia led by Orlando of the Norden Province marches towards the south, knowing the plans of Kangmiwu, an attempt to ambush the Warlok who laid waste their homeland has been the purpose of Palathar’s most fearsome general. If justice cannot be served, vengeance shall be wrought.
88
The Eighty Eight remaining Imperium soldiers stood before General Orlando.
They were the only survivors of Kangmiwu's wrath.
The last people of Palathar.
Orlando was now king in their eyes, in their hearts.
To Orlando, he was just like them. Just one of the last.
"My brothers" he spoke quietly, his voice crippled by sorrow though loud enough to heard by all, calm before the storm he would bring.
"Our lives, our families, have been stolen from us, taken by one who sought vengeance upon our people, one who would think us destroyed. Ignorant to believe we would once again rise"
A calm, even among those who were driven by their own wrath, fell upon the scattered minds of those still alive, even those just barely.
"The Warlok of Ice now moves to the east. His plan is to free the Warlok of Fire, The so called Sun-God." taking his black blood stained sword from its sheath and raising it high to the smoke and snow filled sky he screamed to those who followed. Those who remained.
"We, The Remnants of Imperium, shall see his plan failed. Doom and demise will be that which upon he is served his reward. Let agony and steel be all that he shall know from this day forward. Let the memory of our loves lost be his only thought, as it is ours."
Once Orlando of The Imperium, a new vestige spoke....
"The Imperium is dead. The Remnants are its wrath"
They were the only survivors of Kangmiwu's wrath.
The last people of Palathar.
Orlando was now king in their eyes, in their hearts.
To Orlando, he was just like them. Just one of the last.
"My brothers" he spoke quietly, his voice crippled by sorrow though loud enough to heard by all, calm before the storm he would bring.
"Our lives, our families, have been stolen from us, taken by one who sought vengeance upon our people, one who would think us destroyed. Ignorant to believe we would once again rise"
A calm, even among those who were driven by their own wrath, fell upon the scattered minds of those still alive, even those just barely.
"The Warlok of Ice now moves to the east. His plan is to free the Warlok of Fire, The so called Sun-God." taking his black blood stained sword from its sheath and raising it high to the smoke and snow filled sky he screamed to those who followed. Those who remained.
"We, The Remnants of Imperium, shall see his plan failed. Doom and demise will be that which upon he is served his reward. Let agony and steel be all that he shall know from this day forward. Let the memory of our loves lost be his only thought, as it is ours."
Once Orlando of The Imperium, a new vestige spoke....
"The Imperium is dead. The Remnants are its wrath"
Frozen
Palathar was dead. The entire city was frozen.
Kangmiwu's wrath served.
The queen awoke to silence.
She felt the cold in the tips of her fingers.
It was the first time since she was child she had felt the cold.
Standing now, her arms would not move, no step could be taken.
She watched as slowly, painfully the ice seemed to crawl over her flesh.
Cracked. Her fingers actually cracked and the tips fell to the floor.
She watched her body break apart and shatter upon the frost covered floor.
She could feel it at first, then felt nothing.
The city, the land, the queen were now gone.
Only The Remnants remained to serve justice, nay vengeance upon The Frost King.
Orlando knew. He felt it.
He was the leader of the last of people of Palathar.
If he failed all of Palathar would die.
He would not fail.
Kangmiwu's wrath served.
The queen awoke to silence.
She felt the cold in the tips of her fingers.
It was the first time since she was child she had felt the cold.
Standing now, her arms would not move, no step could be taken.
She watched as slowly, painfully the ice seemed to crawl over her flesh.
Cracked. Her fingers actually cracked and the tips fell to the floor.
She watched her body break apart and shatter upon the frost covered floor.
She could feel it at first, then felt nothing.
The city, the land, the queen were now gone.
Only The Remnants remained to serve justice, nay vengeance upon The Frost King.
Orlando knew. He felt it.
He was the leader of the last of people of Palathar.
If he failed all of Palathar would die.
He would not fail.